Caroline
I sat on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand, watching three men talk. My husband, David, was laughing at something Marcus said.
Marcus was taller, with broad shoulders and dark eyes that seemed to stare at people for too long. Ryan stood beside him. He was quieter, with strong tattooed arms. He didn’t need to say much to make you feel like he was watching you.
It was just the four of us that night, hanging out at our place. Nothing special. At least, that was what I kept telling myself.
David checked his phone and sighed. “I have to leave. I just got an emergency alert from the hospital. You guys can stay and finish the bottle. I truly apologize.”
I looked at him. “Are you sure?”
He kissed my cheek. “Yeah. Don’t wait up.”
The door closed behind him, and the house s
